Like sun itself

Orin Takekuro · 04-13-2012, 05:17 PM

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All welcome! This is for CdA's "Spring is Here" thread prompt: plant something in the garden. The opening is a memory of when she got the bulbs at the winter festival. You're welcome to assume you see/run into Orin at any point between or in the garden and the stable.

“You like color, this make nice color…” The man promised her when he presented her with a bunch of ugly, dirty bulbs. Orin had raised an eyebrow at the man, and put her palm up to reject his offer but the coyote leaned in closer with that million dollar smile, winked, and said again, “Is like sun itself.” She couldn’t resist the temptation, couldn’t resist the promises he made, but still looking at the bundle of bulbs dismayed her. They looked like a bunch of hairy onions. “I show you, yes?” Orin nodded and followed the man into his tent. He disappeared into a back ‘room’ obscured by gauze curtains, and when he returned he had the finest golden yellow silk frock in his arms. “Could have color like this…” Orin reached out to touch the glossy, brilliant fabric…

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“Okay, so you guys are supposed to give me the color of the sun…” she said to the netted bundle as she set it on the ground, then righted herself to survey the garden. Although it was still early for Nova Scotia’s spring, the garden was thriving. It had always been a point of pride for the d’Artisans and it was easy to see why, looking at it now. The pack – or at least a very diligent someone – had been tending and mending it to bring it back to life after it was ravaged by winter’s frost. There was more green than anything, but it was clear that in a few weeks this place would hold a lot of color again.

Orin walked around the perimeter, circling the entire space once and looking down the rows as if she had any clue what she was doing. Well, she had planted something once that had been semi successful. It was last fall when she rooted a row of pumpkins. Although then she had the help of… the help of…

“This looks good,” she said to herself, picking a spot of soil because it looked fairly damp and the sun shone here well. She knelt down and ran the soil through her fingers. Yes, it was damp, but it was also packed hard. She knew it was a gardener’s job to churn up the soil before planting; she had done the same thing with the pumpkins, so she stuck by her decision to use this particular spot for her bed. But of course, in order to do that, she needed the spade.

Sighing, Orin looked over her shoulder at the stable where she had just come from, then resignedly stood and paced towards it. As she walked she tried to run through a list of things in her mind that she might need to bring back with her, but could not think of anything. Yep, she was probably in for a long day of going back and forth…

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